Initially this post was supposed to chronicle all the gory details of Emma’s first experience with throwing up two Friday nights ago. I was going to describe how absolutely terrible I felt just laying there in bed unable to move, much less actually being there to provide a modicum of comfort to my barfing bambina. Fehmeen told me the next day of her own feelings of helplessness as she sat right next to the Bug while she tossed her cookies into the toilet.
And then I had a change of heart.
Why sensationalize an event in words when the pictures I have would do a much better job of capturing the essence of our beautiful Emma.
Scroll down please to look at the photos.
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Now did you really think that I would actually post pictures of my daughter puking on my blog? Fehmeen and Maheen would have my head.
Beautiful, happy kid! Thank goodness her dad has some sense and remembers that she’ll soon be a reader!
Not sure if it was due to being raised by a nurse, or in spite of that, but from a very early age we learned to barf as independently and infrequently as possible. A stomach virus on vacation a few years ago had me suddenly deposit something inedible in the dog’s dish outside, but luckily I was all alone at that moment. No photographic evidence, and no, the dog was not offended!
Jason,
What great pictures.
Oh I wish I knew how to post a picture here because this one time…Ben was paying homage to the porcelain gods and Jack being a dutiful little brother decided to imitate him using the training pot! One of the funniest things I have ever seen!
And being an evil parent – I would totally post the picture if I knew how!